Spiraling and spiraling my memory fades day by day
I keep repeating to myself I am okay, I am okay
But the voices the whispers in my head make me cave, make me cave
But these things I keep saying are just a lie, just a lie
Or is it because I am so willing to die, to die?
Is what the therapist told me all a lie, all a lie?
Or is it just what I am thinking inside, inside?
How can I really fly really thrive when all I want to do is die, is to die?
Hands round my neck, black in my face, the darkness creeps it's way, wanting me to play, wanting me to play.
"Put on this mask, this filter. It will all be okay, it will all be okay"
Said the devil with a smile on his face, a smile on his face.
Haunt me till the end as my heart yearns again, again.
Alone in the sand, fill my heart with the hope I can stand as my life beats again and again.
Hands over my eyes I tell more lies, more lies
As everything around me begins to leave begins to leave
And I am here on the ground alone begging the sky not to bleed not to bleed.
Who am I to force myself to live when I am not devil in disguise, in disguise?